Emily had some turkey for Thanksgiving, although it came from a jar:
Three generations of the human women of Momma’s side of the family:
Emily and her great grandmother:
My Thanksgiving was spent hunting squirrels:
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Those patterns are not a good match:
I most certainly approve:
Can’t you see my paws gloating in the background?
... and not a drop to drink?
Emily likes to eat the sun ...
... and magazines.
She’s also quite the model.
Some people have complained that I don’t even show up on my Web site anymore.
Happy, Auntie Desiree?
I’d like to complain that you haven’t sent me any damned dog treats.
Emily’s Halloween costume was very ambiguous.
She could be the happy pea-pod person:
Or the scary pea-pod person:
Or the baby pea-pod person:
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